#71: Mirror

Woe is me

I cannot see

Anything.

I now fear

As all I hear

Is nothing.

With this face

All I taste

Is bitterness.

I scream into the mirror

It screams back at me.

Hope is an illusion

A concept I cannot grip.

The size of my heart can’t carry me.

As the weight of it will bury me.

Undone, unfulfilled

Wasting away.

The Papandayan Dead Forest–Java, Indonesia

The saddest moments in my mind are of nothingness. If my significance is defined by what exists, then the idea of non-existence is frightening. The moments where I can't hear, see or do anything are terrifying, but it is also these moments where faith is the most important thing. Just because you don't see or hear something, doesn't mean something is or isn't there.